we are playing in echoes and there may be no way out

The title sounds frightening, but I feel it may be true. In whatever organ contains my philosophical heart, I am concerned. No one shares my concern.

We are playing in echoes, proverbally psychic feedback loops. 

Since Greco-Roman times, an obsession with cycles has blossomed into a bouquet of flowers that give vent to peal upon peal of circular experience and has caused humanity to desire a life lived as a cycle. From the ritual to the process, the control of the narrative echo is being derailed as it frays; It is as if the repetition of old philosophies and psychological functions has worn thin like an old silk cloth. 

This is causing irreversible psychic trauma on the entire world, and no one can figure out how to end it. Everyone seems to be very smitten with the hypnotic social engineering they've been enduring for so long. The needless abuse of the people when better systems either exist or can be made to exist with adequate focus. That isn't the point though, that previously mentioned topic deserves it's own time. This need to control a narrative to favor a group is permanently damaging our universe as we perceive it.

I am praying for Bashar al-Assad this night, and I am praying for the people most affected by the onslaught of vice that we are experiencing. My mind is deeply engraved with the events that are almost carbon copies of what is happening in Syria at this moment. All of the Western excursions of the Middle East, Africa and the Americas that seem ever so slightly familiar in hindsight are all linked to the same game that has been played since Greco-Roman philosophers put the idea into language to be passed down through time.

The philosophies of the Greeks and Romans are a very lucky system of process, and rely on a series of process that insist on degradation. Greco-Roman philosophy always insists on it's own destruction and inferiority, on it's inevitability of becoming an expired sense of thought. Yet, we treat these philosophies as timeless, relying on them for our ideas of our own mind while treating them as ideas once expired. This paradox of perception causes the cultural echo, a reverberation and therefore degradation of the same or similar.

To this day, without us knowing, the illusion is just sloppy enough for a few folks to understand the game being played. That, ultimately, we are reliving the echo with decreasing power every generation. Everything becomes more extreme, more distorted, only to fade suddenly leaving only the sensation it's pulse left when it rushed you. By the time it fades, the next pulse is initiated and the echo sequence begins again. With each repetition of the same sound, the ripple increases in size but decreases in quality. This describes, in my mind, the cyclical nurturing our societies have endured since the beginning of Catholic Imperialism. If our culture expresses ourselves as, first, an echo of increasing quality that peaks at some point, only to begin experiencing repetition-levied degradation into the cosmos.

These folks do not want to let go of the habit. That goes for consumers and elites. At this point we all echo the things we hold closest, even if they are the worst things for you. We're trapped in the comforting essence of the one-and-the-same and our only visionaries are bound by the feral needs of this global economy. We are drowning.

Everything happening now is a rehash of yesterday, we are playing in echoes and there may be no way out.